Xu Feng's mind was racing while the stallion Xuan Yang, called Night, galloped around Nanshan village. The horse was athletic and well-trained, carrying two men was an easy feat for it.
The first rays of the early morning sun painted the sky with hues of soft orange and gold, and two men rode horseback through the rural Chinese village.
The village nestled in a valley at the bottom of the mountain, cocooned by rolling hills covered in what would be lush, emerald-green rice paddies in the right season. During the winter, the fields were barren, but the beauty was not diminished for a modern man like Xu Feng.
A delicate mist hung low over the landscape, lending an airy quality to the scene.
This was the first time Xu Feng had ever ridden on a horse. It was a novel experience with a breathtaking view, and he felt safe riding with the young master. Even though it was obvious, the young master was getting annoyed by his wandering hands.
The ancient village appeared frozen in time, with traditional stick built and a few clay homes huddled together along winding dirt roads. There were only two brick homes in the entire village, one with an Ox cart parked in front of it.
This was Lizheng's home. This was also where the three servants of Xu Feng's family were waiting as he and the young master took a small ride to pass the time.
They didn't need to continue to ride around the village, as a few carriages were seen riding toward the Nanshan estate some time ago. The Xuan family had made it to the Nanshan estate for a while now.
Even the villagers were all awake and bustling about getting ready for the day's festivities. Most were staring at the two beauties atop the stallion in awe. Even with all the obvious stares, the earthy brown of the thatched roofs and rustic scenery was calming for Xu Feng.
Each dwelling seemed to have its own story to tell, a testament to generations of lives lived in harmony with the land.
As the two riders meandered through the village, they passed by weathered farmers dressed in their best attire in preparation for the Xuan family wedding. The Xuan family was a big landlord in the village who wouldn't attend?
It was before the heavy snowfall and before the lunar new year, and it was a great time to go to the landlord's home for a big meal for the entire family!
Among the many faces, Xu Feng only knew three. Lu Lizheng himself and his two sons, Lu Dalang and Lu Erlang. Even the more experienced Lizheng couldn't help but flush a bit at the sight of the alluring ger dressed in red. Lu Dalang and Lu Erlang had no chance in the face of the tall ger's charm.
Xu Feng could tell what was going on in this ancient village, he was a sight for sore eyes. Married gers and women would be modest, just like the unmarried ones. While gers had more freedom if they married a woman, most would still avoid suspicion.
He would try to get along with the villagers as much as possible, but it would be hard with the status of the young mistress of the Xuan family. Even after his divorce, he may only be able to live on the edge and never be taken as one of them.
Xu Feng dropped this line of thought as he tried to release his worries in the beautiful backdrop.
Ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching toward the heavens, provided pockets of shade and comfort during the warmer months along the winding path. Beneath these ancient giants, Xu Feng imagined the wildflowers that would burst forth in vibrant purples and reds in the spring, the now-dead plants were calling his name.
As the two men rode in companionable silence, lost in their thoughts, they couldn't help but be captivated by the timeless beauty of the rural Nanshan village, even in the dead of winter.
It was a place where tradition and nature coexisted harmoniously, where the past and the present converged in a pleasing scene. They were only fleeting observers in this ancient landscape, even the Xuan young master couldn't remember the last time he just enjoyed the beauty of nature.
All he ever seemed to do now was study, take exams, and win honor for his family. The only happiness and beauty in his life came from Xuan Jian.
After some time to relax and loosen the gears in his mind, Xu Feng's hands began to wander freely again. The firm, muscled man in front of him wasn't just eye candy, plus they were far enough away from any passersby.
He was a shameless ger, and that was ok. This was his fake husband. His fake property. Touching is okay.
His body shivers, feeling the muscles and images from the little yellow book flash by in his head. He had been practicing with the gifts! In a few hours, he could put all his practice into action!
Xu Feng's body seemed to react like the weird ABO experiences he'd been having had flared back up again and his libido was in hyperdrive.
"Heh," came a pervy, uncontrollable sound from Xu Feng's mouth.
This noise seemed to be the final straw for the young master of the Xuan family. He let the ger touch him so blatantly the entire ride. Xuan Yang immediately shot back with the veins in his forehead, pulsing, "A ger should have some modesty."
"Heheheh," Xu Feng couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed, they were in public after all. "Next time don't have such a nice body."
He wouldn't stop with just that. He had been shamed, so what else was there to lose?
"You can't blame this poor village ger because you have a lewd body. And don't think I don't know what you're doing, taking your time riding around on this chilly day so that I'll hug you close."
Xuan Yang was exasperated, there was something wrong with this ger…